Wine and Gun

Randomly, he imitated the girl's voice in a shrill voice, and said artificially: "I want to kill the leopard, right in front of you."

Herstal's hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped in midair.

Jack, unaware of the little change, was continuing to read in a mocking tone: "I'm going to peel it off, I'm going to dig its heart because that's your heart. I'm going to press your hand into its ribs, That gurgling sound is the sound of your blood—"

The next second, there was a loud bang as the table overturned.

The table fell heavily, the dishes that had been placed on the table were scattered on the ground, the food splashed everywhere, and there were small exclamations from the crowd. "Saw" Jack didn't react for a while, and when he raised his head dull and blank, he was punched heavily in the face.

He stumbled back a step, couldn't help crying, and in a burst of hot pain, he only felt a stream of heat gushing out of his nose. His nose must have been broken, but it wasn't over, and before his humming head could come up with a clear idea, Herstal kicked him in the knee and thumped him. He fell to the ground.

When Herstal's entire body weight was on Jack the Saw, and one hand stuck to his throat, some people in the crowd wanted to rush up. They have long been accustomed to this method, first provoking others to let others take the shot first, and then swarming up and beating each other in the crowd. There is no way to blame the public for a group fight, and the prison guards have no way to lock everyone up. Generally, they can only punish the guy who started the act. Apparently, this time they thought so too.

This thought lasted for about three seconds. In the first second, Jack fell heavily to the ground. In the second, Herstal's right hand had already grabbed his neck. Many people had already stepped forward and secretly squeezed fist-

In the third second, Herstal raised his left hand and stabbed the handle of the spoon he was holding into the right eye of Jack the Saw, who was lying on the ground.

"Saw" Jack let out a heart-piercing scream, and twitched at a fish out of the water under Herstal's suppression. And Herstal remained unmoved, stirring the handle of the spoon slowly and then pulling it out bloody. Blood mixed with the vitreous body flowed out from Jack "Saw" Jack's broken eyeball, and the strong man who was about 1.9 meters tall rolled around on the ground in pain. The cafeteria was silent for a while. Around Herstal was an open space with a radius of almost two meters. People consciously distanced themselves from him and looked at him silently amid Jack's screams.

Herstal threw the bloody spoon in his hand into a dinner plate that had been overturned on the ground, making a harsh sound.

Then, he picked up the last letter from Jack's hand, folded it carefully, and put it in the chest pocket of the prison uniform. Then he raised his head, and those pale blue eyes glanced coldly around the crowd.

Until the late-arriving prison guard squeezed through the crowd, rushed over to restrain Herstal, and pushed him face down on the ground, the creepy feeling that many people had caused by those eyes had not dissipated.

Note:

[1] At the request of @zhizhizhizhizhizhizhi, the dead hamster that fell from the envelope to Herstal's crotch (…) was made a cameo by her. No hamsters were really hurt during the shoot, everything was special effects makeup.

PS: The hamster got up and left from the lawyer's lap without stopping.

[2] "Latin King" and "Mexican Mafia" are real prison gangs in the United States, and the latter two are made up by myself.

Chapter 107 Under the cage 04

The confinement room of the New Takr Federal Prison is cramped and dark, with no slabs, only a thin mat on the ground, and a toilet—that's all the stuff in the entire confinement room, invisible from the heavy iron door Outside, there are only narrow iron windows hanging high at the very top of the walls. Obviously, the person who designed this confinement room believes that the people who come here are punished, and it is not necessary to provide them with a good living environment.

Following this line of thinking, the food in the confinement room was also very bad: two of the three meals consisted of bread and plain water, and the bread tasted as rough as the one in the cafeteria, making it difficult to swallow.

According to Pfister, a first-time offender like Herstal was detained for three days at most when he was first detained. Pfister was too naive when he said this. A crime" is at most a fight, and never includes smashing someone's eyeball with a spoon.

So, Herstal was sentenced to a week of confinement. When the prison guards held him down, someone took the opportunity to kick him in the side, and now his skin is covered with bruises and bruises. Hestal was not surprised by these. He had an agreement with Jenny Griffin's laboratory first. Even if he was a thorn, the prison guards could only hold their noses and couldn't send him away. Go back to solitary confinement.

Herstal's life here is extremely monotonous, sleep, three meals a day, essential exercise - because there are only bare walls around, this link is compressed to only push-ups by him - clearing his mind, Make a plan and wait for an opportunity.

The only thing that made him feel a little surprised was that—

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